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Here’s a toast To the beginning of the rest of our lives We’ll relish in contemporary high end curtains + urban loft fitted sheets We’ll speak of sunlight, rain + what to wear to a Company dinner on a Tuesday night in the Middle of May because what’s mine is yours. We’ll exchange opinions + fail exceptionally at escaping our desire to love We’ll say words we regret. I’ll shamelessly sleep on the couch at night more than once. We’ll play in the garden of the deceased until daylight+laugh ourselves into silence, We’ll deal well. You’ll fuel my fire + I’ll fuel yours. I wonder what our ghosts would say.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
White picket fence or a Moat?
Here’s a toast To the beginning of the rest of our lives We’ll relish in contemporary high end curtains + urban loft fitted sheets We’ll speak of sunlight, rain + what to wear to a Company dinner on a Tuesday night in the Middle of May because what’s mine is yours. We’ll exchange opinions + fail exceptionally at escaping our desire to love We’ll say words we regret. I’ll shamelessly sleep on the couch at night more than once. We’ll play in the garden of the deceased until daylight+laugh ourselves into silence, We’ll deal well. You’ll fuel my fire + I’ll fuel yours. I wonder what our ghosts would say.
khey
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23/F/NY
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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